The Path to Awareness - Just Go

The Path to Awareness - Just Go


Bow not your head, but raise it proudly
Following the banners of honor and ambition
To the ultimate goal.
Not in servile scraping, nor even in humility
Lies the path for the nobly-born to follow
Only gird one's loins, center one's energy
Center all consciousness in the space of an atom
And go.

Burst through the images of richness and tradition
Or be caught in the net of beauty forever
Leave books, leave walls, leave the loved ones around you
Or they shall be dragged as millstones
Through endless miles of space.

Wait not on time, for all you will ever perceive is change
Wait not on place, for all places are one
Wait not on permission, for there is none to grant it
Just go.

Travel through the warm and watery channels of the body
And continue its warmth past the blazing cold fires of space
Change, and watch the worlds change around you
Be silent, and watch the eternal.

Never are you ready
Never are you worthy
Never is the time here for you to go
Ignore time,
And watch the glistening waters of the universe bow at your feet.

Jump into the ocean of being with all your soul
Is the water to hot? To cold? To medium?
You are already swimming, why ask of the water
The correct stroke?

Open your heart to the swift currents
Have the waterfall of knowledge splash upon your head
Wash clean your body with joy and spontaneity
Cleanse out temptation, hesitation, and tension
And go.

Grow like a tree, or a flower, or an age
Feeling the overwhelming pulsation of life beating within
Breathing, heartbeat, rhythms of waking and sleep
You are a symphony of love
Hear it.

Beloved, do not be timid
It is graceful to play and hide behind leaves
But it is nobler, wiser, and more courageous
To walk out unafraid, proud, and free
And dance the dance of compassion.

Light the holy fires in the caves of the world
Make brilliant the darkness
Make flowing the heart
Let the snaking chants of war and hunger be stilled
Transcend
To the glorious songs of wonder.

Beloved, do not linger in the play of illusions
In the dances of light and darkness
Mysteries are there to be solved
Sound is there to be stilled
The eternal is here to be experienced

Open the heart by chanting and movement
Open, by the powers of Time and of Space
Become, as forces of change swirl around you
Be, in the midst of all manifest grace.

[BROOK]

Very nice

[BROOK]

THE SCIENCE OF ETERNITY

It is sweet and does not need
to be tasted.

It is infinite but fits in a thought.

It is not an idea, it is not a feeling.

But all the ideas, all the feelings.

It is not me but Your Presence

which is the science of eternity.

That was beautiful BROOK, both the image and the words. Thank you for enjoying my entry also. I hope others will add their thoughts and treasures here.

[BROOK]

One more on the path to awareness....

LIFE IS WONDERFUL

Life, as we all know is wonderful, so much that we often forget this reality, until suddenly life teaches us that the wonder can be lost, corrupted, destroyed, become exhausted and stop being wonderful and fantastic. Then, perhaps it will be too late and without a possible comeback. And in that minute of loss, heaven and earth open at the same time. And we will ask ourselves, how is it possible that we have not taken good care and protected something so important ?
Before going to extremes, let's take action, to improve, to discover, to appreciate our environment and our own humanity. The environment -we included- is actually everything, that not only surrounds us but also sustains and also preserves, contains and maintains us. We have got used, mistakenly, to have a certain sense of responsibility to what we have in front of us but the true man looks also and increasingly until
he sees no frontiers.

Until he knows , discovers and is able to reveal, that life is all and that all is one. And in that one, is where life integrates universally , and also unites , loves , looks after , improves and manifests . All this is by virtue of a communion without exclusion . With no other science but the preference of living , of being , feeling and knowing a simple and natural truth. The existence is like a ring , a perfect and wonderful circle where the all and the nothing work always, as the reason and the proper condition of a perfect equilibrium called Life, which implies and applies that, what is done here, is also done
in the universe.

When we tie, we chain ourselves, when we untie, we liberate. The frontiers only exist as intermediate steps of the stair of Life, which travels in itself, just as the infinite does in time. And time is its mother. And its Father is the eternity.

[WinterWolf]

Buddhist Prayers



Translated by Sogyal Rinpoche



By the power and the truth of this practice, may all beings have happiness, and the causes of happiness,

May all be free from sorrow, and the causes of sorrow,

May all never be separated from the sacred happiness which is sorrowless, And may all live in equanimity, without too much attachment and too much aversion,

And live believing in the equality of all that lives.


Winter Wolf

[WinterWolf]

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


Winter Wolf

[rhythm]

LOVERLY THREAD
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There is no you , no seeker,
no enlightenment. no disciple
and no guru.There is no better or worse
no path ,and nothing that has to be achieved.
All appearance is source .
All that apparently manifest- the world, the life story.
the hypnotic dream of seperation , the search for home ..
the one appearing as as two,the nothing appearing as everything ,
the absolute appearing as the particular.
There is no seperate intelligence weaving a destiny , and no choice
functioning at eny level nothing is happening, but this as it is ...
invites the apparent seeker to rediscover that which already is ..
the abiding ,uncaused, unchanging ,impersonal silence from which
unconditional love overflows and celebrates.
IT IS THE WONDERFULL MYSTERY.....
(writer unknown heheheh).
:w ub2:

[WinterWolf]

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Winter Wolf

[BROOK]

BEYOND KNOWLEDGE

When you open the heart, the truth will reveal. Nevertheless, an easy comprehension will not happen because it is the language of the silence and the human mind is not capable of understanding this word, but there is a thin, narrow and delicate path, that is the discernment, which contemplates the spiritual eye. When virtue is exalted, then, the mystical contemplation and the humility raise and reveals you more than the light of the sun. Be cautious, patient and diligent; that knowledge is not a fleeting word and is not an argument for a doctrinal combat either. It is always near the spiritual revelation.

Knowing the essence of the things and knowing, is to extend your deep look in a spiritual horizon, where you do not need words, because beauty has overcome wisdom.

And then you are not you, any longer but only the reality. Then, the blue of the sky and of the deep sea have melted, as the reason and the word, as the look of two beings in love that even though you separate them and put distance among them, you will never be able to truly separate them. In this way the spiritual action becomes the real happening which has discovered the permanent thing. Be conscious that truth overcomes wisdom since his aroma is the beauty of the spirit that appeases, calms and solves everything as if you would take clear and pure water in a glass. You will be satiated of all thirst and the supreme experience stays. Since the truth has a name that few persons can repeat and this is unconditional Love.

That was beautiful, thank you!

[Seashore]

Originally Posted by sleepingnomore

The Path to Awareness - Just Go


Bow not your head...

sleepingnomore,

You are the author of the piece?

No seashore it was an anomymous piece I found that resonated with me so deeply I had to share it.

[Seashore]

Originally Posted by sleepingnomore

No seashore it was an anomymous piece I found that resonated with me so deeply I had to share it.

Okay thanks.

[giovonni]

Originally Posted by sleepingnomore

No seashore it was an anomymous piece I found that resonated with me so deeply I had to share it.

Gi

[mudra]

Thank you Sleepingnomore for this wonderfull poem.
It resonates in our hearts indeed .

Grandmother's Blanket
By Ann Murray Smith

Grandmother's Blanket holds the sweet smell of sage
Woven by enchantment, as the Spirits feel no rage.
Trimmed in eyelet shadows, cast into the snow
Tumbleweeds and deserts She traveled long ago.
The threads are Her wisdom She passes on to you,
Reflections wrap around us, as if we always knew.
The patchwork shows directions North, East, South, West
The needle points the way so we know when to rest.
Grandmother's Blanket holds the soft warmth of down
From fine-feathered friends and foliage all around.
Covered by a breeze and a soft summer rain
Lightning dances wildly, as the Thunder heals Her pain.
The colors are Her passions beneath the cotton lining
For She knows the Spirit world, is free and never binding.
Footsteps walk below the soil, Mother Earth is listening
Frost paints the Blanket edges, above the stars are glistening.
Grandmother's Blanket has many stories to tell
The colors have faded, for the years have turned it pale.
Comforted by the Oneness, Her head bows down in grace,
Thanking Great Spirit for Her Honor in this place.

Loving kindness
mudra